Evergreen Nights

[Chorus - Harrison Sands] Are we there yet? No, almost Sunset show me the Pacific Coast Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post Lost a few friends to this thing called life Poured out every last ounce of my pint But I’m making a toast Because they would have loved these evergreen nights [Hook] Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road [Verse 1 - Dylan Owen] I’m never really at peace Till my feet scramble Beneath the evergreen trees Where the creeks ramble Someday we’ll never leave Our family mantles Til then it’s the beach Beat sandals And clean flannels And cheap handles And a campfire solstice I was hiking in the mountains when I wrote this All I wanted was a place to go with my emotions Like the way that shows show Pacific Coast kids We’re going on a road trip I might not have money But I’ve got a shoulder strap bag An open gas tank Ghosts of past hangs An eroded snapback A yoga mat pad Photograph snaps A poet’s sad flask And a folded map pack It’s the greatest tradition nobody’s given 'Cause living a little different is imminent Once you get it You fit with the misfits Or you blink and you just miss it It took me one trip with my clique To click with it [Chorus - Harrison Sands] Are we there yet? No, almost Sunset show me the Pacific Coast Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post Lost a few friends to this thing called life Poured out every last ounce of my pint But I’m making a toast Because they would have loved these evergreen nights [Hook] Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road [Verse 2 - Sol] Ayo Dylan can you pass that? It’s going down like the Nasdaq Shorty asked me to Nascar then I crash fast Skrrt I been on raps since it was a lifestyle Now y’all just lit I’m turning the lights out Tree got too loud, God told me to pipe down Feel like Eckhart I’m living it right now And it’s
 always for the best 'til it’s for the worst Took a bullet to the chest in the form of a word Done young gun till you hit the one Gotta sing for the sun till the morning come I just hit my head on the disco ball Keep going till you dead how you get so tall We was just some kids trying to hit the mall And now we Santa Claus and we giving it all Getting involved The present is a present and I’m having a ball Feeling like Magic but no passing the rock Whole point is that you got what you got Life [Chorus - Harrison Sands] Are we there yet? No, almost Sunset show me the Pacific Coast Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post Lost a few friends to this thing called life Poured out every last ounce of my pint But I’m making a toast Because they would have loved these evergreen nights [Hook] Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road Tripping the road [Verse 3 - Watsky] Got to go and pack a bag I’m a vagabond If you don’t think you’re gonna lag you can tag along Zip your jackets on Quit your jacking off And be gone We could trade some chron and some plaid for the black chiffon We could cruise up at the drag while we crank a song We could plant a flag on a crag at the crack of dawn I don’t give a profane phrase if you lack the brawn Cuz the track is long but the brain in the back is strong Life could sit up on my face I’mma back up on that ass Catch me racing out the past They’re like that’s him With his foot up on the gas And his head above the fog And the smog and the hat With the flat brim Every sail up in his mast And the future in his grasp While he’s cruising in the van With the shag trim Cuz he’s putting up his shot But it’s rolling to his spot When he hits them with the backspin [Chorus - Harrison Sands] Are we there yet? No, almost Sunset show me the Pacific Coast Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post Lost a few friends to this thing called life Poured out every last ounce of my pint But I’m making a toast Because they would have loved these evergreen nights [Hook] Tripping the road